NBA, Yao Ming is back!

The players are about to enter the field.

Yao Ming's mind was filled with the blurry image of Hu Weidong, a slightly chubby man with glasses, from his memories.

The sight of him superimposed on the slender, upright figure he was about to face was somewhat unsettling.

This time, it was the first time he had seen Hu Weidong so young. He showed no signs of aging and his eyes were full of the sharpness he had displayed on the field.

I heard that he played basketball with 800 degrees of myopia and 200 degrees of astigmatism, but he refused to wear glasses and relied on his feel and accuracy to make his outside shooting the benchmark in the league.

That skill alone is admirable.

He remembered that this Hu Weidong was not someone who could act arrogantly only domestically.

He helped the men's basketball team reach the quarterfinals in the World Championships and the quarterfinals in the Olympics. He was also the team's top scorer twice. In the 96 Summer League, he even scored 30+ points in front of a young Kobe Bryant.

He became the only player in Asian history to score more than 30 points against Kobe Bryant.

And then there was the World Championship, where he hit nine three-pointers in a single game, which made Kukoc's Croatian team anxious. When they met again in Atlanta, they specifically asked him to play, just to save face.

This toughness on the battlefield, compared to Liu Yudong's title of "God of War," is more like a dashing and sharp edge on the outside.

To put it simply, the external battles are even fiercer, without any watering down.

"Yao Ming, he's off, he's going in." His teammate patted him on the shoulder, interrupting his thoughts.

Yao Ming responded and followed the group toward the players' tunnel. The lights at the end of the tunnel were dazzling, and waves of cheers from outside crashed over them, making their eardrums vibrate.

Just as I turned the corner, I saw the Jiangsu team players standing on the opposite side, with Hu Weidong standing at the very front. His slender figure stood there, his jersey clinging to his body, exuding a strong and capable air.

Compared to the noise around him, he seemed unusually calm, but when his gaze swept over and landed on Yao Ming...

He nodded slightly.

If he weren't so tall, he would really look like a frail scholar.

"Hello, Brother Dong."

Yao Ming paused for a moment, then walked over and extended his hand.

He has great respect for these veterans who fought for the Chinese men's basketball team.

Moreover, if I could enter the NBA so early, I would definitely be able to compete with these veterans who have never reached their peak on the international stage.

What a wonderful and exhilarating experience that was!

After all, my country has quite a few strong forwards and perimeter players in this era.

But what we really lack is a strong inside player.

If only I could have grown up earlier.

We'll definitely be able to capitalize on this opportunity.

Their performance amazed the world basketball community.

After all, this is the point in time.

Even the seemingly invincible American team.

They have all begun to decline in competitiveness due to a lack of star players, the need for temporary teams, and difficulty adapting to FIBA ​​rules.

This.

Isn't that an opportunity?

Hu Weidong raised an eyebrow and shook hands with him. Their palms touched, and they could feel the calluses on each other's fingertips, the result of years of training and the unique tacit understanding between players on the court.

Moreover, Yao Ming's proactive attitude made Hu Weidong realize that he was not the arrogant young man he was rumored to be.

"You're so young."

Hu Weidong spoke first, his voice tinged with a touch of admiration. This wasn't just polite talk; it was a genuine feeling of pride. At the age of sixteen, he was already making waves in the CBA, dominating all the statistics. Such talent was unique in the entire Chinese basketball scene.

at this point.

He had no doubt.

And such a tall stature.

It's a natural talent.

"The future is definitely yours."

"It's a pity you weren't there when we played Atlanta this year."

"otherwise……"

Thinking about this, he felt a little regretful.

If we could add such a strong inside player.

He genuinely believes the Chinese men's basketball team can break through to the quarterfinals.

After all, that's what they lack.

He's a truly powerful inside player.

Wang Zhizhi is still too inexperienced on the international stage.

It is far less powerful than this one.

"Dong-ge, I believe there is a chance, and we will definitely be able to fight side by side in the national team."

"You'll have to wait for me in the national team."

Haha.

That kid.

Why does she suddenly seem so cute?

Hu Weidong's attitude towards Yao Ming changed considerably, and he said with a smile, "Okay, I'll definitely wait for you, but don't keep me waiting too long, after all, your brother Dong is already 26."

Don't worry, your competitiveness isn't limited to this moment.

Yao Ming is more confident about this than he is about himself.

You'll have another big peak in 00.

enough.

After all, there was the Olympics that year.

There are plenty of opportunities.

The thought that I would have the opportunity to play alongside such a top-tier domestic perimeter player is truly inspiring.

Yao Ming himself felt a little excited.

After all, the era he played in was the exact opposite of Hu Weidong's era; there was no shortage of strong inside players, but rather a lack of strong outside players.

Especially players like Hu Weidong, who are ball-handling perimeter players who are not afraid of facing increasingly tough opponents from various countries.

If we can cooperate.

That scene was absolutely beautiful.

"But I'm not ready to give it to you yet."

"Of course, if you want it, defeat me and wade through."

"Okay, Dong-ge." Yao Ming responded, releasing his grip, his seriousness evident in his eyes: "On the international stage, we're definitely great teammates, but in this match, I won't go easy on you."

"Even if you're the Chinese Michael Jordan, it won't work."

"Sure." Hu Weidong smiled, feeling pleased to hear this. On the field, the worst thing is pretense; what's needed is this confidence to go head-to-head: "Besides Liu Yudong, no one else in the country can say that to me."

The surrounding players, seeing the interaction between the two, wisely refrained from disturbing them. Even the referee stood aside, waiting for the two key players to finish exchanging greetings.

After all, everyone knows that today's game is the stage for these two players, the ultimate showdown for MVP, and the most exciting final game of the entire CBA regular season.

Meanwhile, the fans in the stands could no longer contain themselves, and cheers rose in waves as Jiangsu fans chanted Hu Weidong's name.

Everyone knows that this match, regardless of winning or losing, has only one meaning—

MVP showdown.

Who is the current top player in the CBA?

The conclusion should be drawn from this match.

Moreover, this is a practice agreed upon by both parties.

Not to mention, the title "China's Jordan" is not just something domestic fans casually call him; it's a genuine evaluation given by a professor in the Department of Media Studies at the University of Nevada, USA.

It's thanks to Hu Weidong's outside shooting touch and penetration ability, comparable to Jordan's. This recognition carries more weight than any praise in China.

Now, this internationally recognized "Chinese Jordan" is facing off against the rising domestic "Big Shaq." Just the title alone is enough to make everyone look forward to it.

The referee blew the whistle, signaling for both teams to come onto the court. Yao Ming and Hu Weidong walked a few steps side by side before returning to their respective positions.

Yao Ming stood at the center jump ball point.

Hu Weidong stood to one side, ready to compete for the landing point after the jump ball at any time.

The cheers in the arena stopped abruptly the moment the ball was tipped over, and everyone's eyes were focused on the basketball in the center circle.

With his overwhelming height and wingspan, Yao Ming easily tipped the ball to his teammate, and the Shanghai Sharks launched the first attack.

Possession quickly advanced to the frontcourt, and without hesitation, a teammate lobbed the ball into the paint. Yao Ming caught it steadily in the low post, his back to Jiangsu's interior defender, slightly lowering his waist to feel the resistance behind him.

He then turned around decisively, his steps so agile that he didn't look like a 2.26-meter-tall man at all.

With the defender left behind, Yao Ming raised his hand and delivered a hook shot, the basketball grazing the rim and going in cleanly, 2-0.

The whole process was smooth and efficient, without any unnecessary delays.

This kid has really good fundamentals.

You can tell who Hu Weidong is at a glance.

His talent.

His basic skills are solid.

The latter made him even more certain of Yao Ming than the former.

After landing, Yao Ming did not celebrate at all, but simply looked up at Jiangsu's half of the court, his gaze landing on Hu Weidong.

Hu Weidong was also looking at him, a smile playing on his lips. He raised his hand and tapped him, the meaning clear—it's my turn.

He simply reached out for the ball from the backcourt, and his teammate understood and passed it to him.

Hu Weidong dribbled the ball forward without pausing for a moment, and the Shanghai Sharks' shooting guard Liang Da immediately stepped up to defend him, sticking to him tightly and not daring to relax for a second.

But Hu Weidong didn't take the defense seriously at all. He moved quickly with the ball, his footwork was agile, and with a simple change of direction, he got half a body length away from Liang Da.

Before Liang Da could get back on defense, he raised his hand and took a jump shot from beyond the three-point line.

His speed, his touch, and his jumping height.

It can be fired explosively even internationally.

Moreover, what if he were facing Liang Da?

It's simply unbearable.

brush--

The entire movement was graceful and sharp, exactly the same pose as in the Shanghai Daily.

The basketball traced a perfect arc in the air and swished through the net, making it 3-2.

The moment the ball went in, the Jiangsu team's home stadium erupted. The cheers were deafening, and the fans jumped and chanted Hu Weidong's name, the sound almost lifting the roof off the stadium.

After landing, Hu Weidong looked at Yao Ming again and pointed at him.

This time, the fighting spirit in his eyes was even stronger; it was a declaration of war from a veteran of the arena.

He truly deserves the title of "China's Jordan"; domestic perimeter players simply have no way to deal with him.

He wanted to see just how capable this man, known as "China's Jordan," really was.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Yao Ming's gaze fell upon Hu Weidong. The name of a skill instantly flashed into his mind—a name that was straightforward, without a single fancy word, yet precisely encapsulated all of Hu Weidong's traits.

[China's Flying Man].

P.S.: I promised, I'd definitely post three updates today!